Here it is, the office of the Improbable Author, newly completed in our new (to us) house. I was going for a sort of English Study, but The Wife thinks I overdid the green. I dunno.
Surrounded by all the green, by the rich red and brown woods, by a rug that simply won’t stay unrumpled, I have high hopes. This will not only be the office of mundane bill-paying and internet browsing. This will be a creative space.
Now I have a suitable environment for writing. No more “douchebag at the coffee-shop working on his next novel/screenplay” for me!
Now I shall be the “douchebag at the coffee-shop taking his coffee to his new study (where he will likely work on his next novel and/or screenplay).”
See? Personal growth!